The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-17

Inc tramp Vook ING uohey' ho
waited until the farmer was out of
sight, and then threw IL down and
stamped on it, while something like an
oath broke from his lips. Presently he
grew calmer, picked up the money, and
put 1t in his pocket and clambered up
again to his bed in the hay.
Mr.. Seymour was still unable to
sleep. About daylight he heard the
click of the gate-latch, and, peering
through the blinds of the open window,
he saw the tramp standing outside. lie
stood there motionless for at least five
minutes, and appeared tn be taking a
survey of the entire premises. Then
he turned and moved off down the
road.
A look of intense relief came to the
farmers tired face.
Il was foolish to be so disturbed"
he thought; merely an accidental re-
semblance. Then he lay down to
sleep; and when the breakfast bell
rang, an hour later he was in a sound
slumber.
Wellington Seymour awakened, ate
his meal, and went out among the har-
vesters. like one who has escaped from
II threatening peril and who can hard
ly realize the fact of his escape. All
that had happened to him since the
previous evening seemed like an I'M
pleasant dream. The men in the field
remarked that he was whole hour
late-something before unheard Of
and that he did not talk as usual. At
ten o'clock Dr. Boards horse and bug
gy dashed up the road and halted OPP
posite the field where they were all at
work. Mr.. Seymour went instantly
out to the road, with n premonition
that he was urgently wanted. 1t was
even so. The messenger told him that
at Oldiield Crossing, an hour before,
tramp had tried to catch ride on
freight tran that he had fallen under
the wheels, and was now dying, with
both legs crushed; and that he had
begged the doctor TO send at once for
Wellington Seymour, for he could not
die without seeing him.
Mr.. Seymour waited not an instant;
not even to put on his coat, which he
had left back in the field. He took his
seat in the buggy, and in thirty min
utes the fleet animal had brought him
to the station. An excited crowd
blocked the entrance to the freight
house. Doctor Beard and several 9th
ers came forward as Mr.. Seymour
stepped to the ground.
"Ho can't live half an hour" said
the doctor. II sent for you, because
he calls for you all the time-and he
seems to be in his right mind, too.
Who do you think he TSP"
"He is my brother" said Mr.. Sey-
mour.
"The crowd fell back as he advanced,
and in moment he and the doctor
were alone with the dying tramp. A
sheet had been thrown over his mangled
limbs. His fading eyes lighted as he
saw Mr.. Seymour by his side, and he
held out his hand to him.
"You didn't know me last night,
Wellingtonp" he said.
mo, Winfield surely; but l sus-
pected. Why didn't you tell newly
not speak out?
"And make you mserable?-you, and
your wife, and that dear child, whose
face is so like our mothers! Is she not
like her. Wellington"
''She is, indeed but
! "Wat: hear me. These are my last
moments, brother; let me talk. DO
Won remember those old days, when
father and mother and you and were
! so happy there at the old nomesteadP
OF course you do. You were ten years
Younger than /, and little wild, be-
cause you were boy; and father made
his will, leaving everything to me, but
charging me to be kind to you. And
how things have changed became the
wanderer, the sea-farer. and at last the
tramp; you stayed at home, and when
father died-when did he die, Yelling
ton?"
Three months after you went away.
He died suddenly, and never altered the
will"
Yes, yes; ! remember. All this i